At that moment, the two police officers emerged from the teahouse with Old Meng and the man. Chu Chen nodded to them, then quietly said to Hu Yong, "You're right. Let's go in another direction. If Ma XiongLin still doesn't show up, we'll head home!"
"Okay..."
Hu Yong nodded, and the two of them soon parted ways with the four police officers.
They walked for more than ten minutes. During that time, several antique enthusiasts nearly recognized Chu Chen, which almost exhausted his patience.
"Brother Chu, I've noticed someone has been following us!" Hu Yong said casually.
"You're sure?" Chu Chen was slightly startled. Although he was far more skilled than Hu Yong, he was much less capable than the professionally trained Hu Yong when it came to surveillance and counter-surveillance.
"I observed him carefully. He's definitely following us," Hu Yong said firmly.
"Is it Ma XiongLin?" Chu Chen asked.
"Doesn't look like it." Hu Yong gently shook his head. "What should we do?"
Chu Chen thought for a moment before saying, "Let's wait a little longer."
After walking for another three to five minutes, Chu Chen felt the time was right. He suddenly stopped and said, "Forget it. I guess that Ma..."
"Young Master Chu, sorry for the wait!"
Just as Chu Chen had expected, before he could finish, a somewhat unfamiliar-looking man approached from the side. Speaking in Ma XiongLin's accent, he greeted Chu Chen with a smile. He was the very man Hu Yong had noticed following them.
Chu Chen was slightly stunned. Only after carefully examining him did he manage to discern a trace of Ma XiongLin in the man before him, whose hair, complexion, and clothing were completely different from Ma XiongLin's.
With an exasperated look, he said, "I say, Old Ma, are you preparing